Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.